Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer Story

He was the Coretti's Enforcer. If someone weren't paying their debts or if they needed to get a message out through violence or... someone's death. He is who they called. According to the rumors Nino Coretti wasn't a man to play around with, he killed more than a serial killer with anger issues. The last one was leaning against the wall twirling a switchblade in his hand expertly, looking like he was bored with everyone's existence. He had jet black hair and a face that reminded me of a sculpture of Apollo I'd seen on my last visit to the museum. Why were they all so bloody beautiful!

That night, Jeff had just returned to his apartment. He felt something strange. A car had been following him this evening. He was alert and walked towards the next alley. He hadn't taken a few steps when suddenly he was shot in the arm and, fortunately, missed it a little. Nevertheless. A great pain came. Because he didn't hit the vital point, two men in black jumped out. Blocked his way. There was actually someone using a pin pistol, and it seemed to be a professional killer. What the hell is going on here?

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

I said, ignoring his dismissive tone. "That case was closed over a year ago," Jeff sighed, rubbing his temples. "Don't cause a ruse, Valerie. We’ve been through this." "Why? Because you want to believe I killed them, just like the rest of the world? Or because you think I’ve gone eccentric and it’s easier to ignore a crazy woman than it is to do your job? Which one is it, Jeff?" Jeff sank into his seat, a long, heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Your parents died in a tragic accident. It was an open-and-shut case."

DARLENE “Frank dug his own grave.” Jeff says after narrating everything to me. They've just arrived after passing by the police station to record their statements. “He sure has.” I say. “I wonder when he turned to be such a beast!” I'm angry at him for one reason though! He kidnapped my son and on top of that fed the kid with lies. Why should he lie that we killed his parents? I'm now more than convinced that he's sick in the head!

With the other, he raised his glass and began to drink. “I've had a lot on my plate lately, Eva, and I need your help,” Ron told me, “Regarding Jeff's death, he was found murdered and his body dumped at sea! Of course, I kept the news from the public. Apart from his wife, very few people know the cause of Jeff's death!” I was shocked. Jeff was not only my husband's right-hand man, but also a former Mafia member. Who would kill him? “Maybe they're not after Jeff!” Rowen looks at me meaningfully. “I'm guessing it has something to do with the business merger next month -- the competition!”

He said, "I am sorry for every thing." "Why?" She asked, "Why did you lie to me and stalk me for all that time? Why did you do all these?" "Cause I was scared Korina." He told her, "We can start afresh." "No!" She said standing up, "You are a murderer and a criminal, I just can't." Jace was hurt, her words drilling in his heart, "I don't kill unless necessary or in self defence." He explained. "Jeffrey?" She asked, "Why did you kill Jeffrey?"

Sean asked. "I said it was Colonel Zinn," Diego replied. "Good," Sean said. This approach spared him the trouble of lengthy explanations. After all, he preferred to keep his involvement with Melania and Blake to a minimum. "What about that guy? Has he confessed everything?" Sean cut to the chase. Since Diego had called him, it meant that the interrogation was wrapping up. "He spilled everything," Diego reported. "His name's Jeff, and he's a mercenary out of Wysteria. He was hired this time by a woman named 'Ms. J' to assassinate Blake in Skye City."

Jeff pretended to be angry, “he is a real villain, a loathsome rogue. The only thing he can do is lie and cheat. Back at the hotel, he deceived you and traded you for your father’s property. Now he lies to you again, because he wants you to be his baby machine. If I were you, I would punish him for what he did, Luna. I will even … kill him.” Amelia grabbed his shoulders fiercely, acting enraged by what Jeff had just told her, “Tell me how?! Tell me how to kill that fucking bastard!” Jeff was startled by her aggression, but he was thrilled to see Amelia fall into his trap. He swept Amelia’s hands from his shoulders, then persuaded her in a placid tone, “Take it easy, Luna, we must do it caref

"Are you incapable of understanding human language? My father is dead. You got him killed. While you were busy taking pictures with that assistant of yours, the kidnappers beat him to death." Dead silence fell outside the door. After a long while, Jeff finally spoke again. His voice carried the faintest tremor—along with even greater disbelief. "You… you're making up stories again? You'd even tell a lie like this just to gain sympathy? Carol, you really disappoint me." Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes. Disappoint him? Who exactly had disappointed whom? "Get lost." "Carol!" "GET LOST!!!" I slammed my foot hard against the door, the impact making Jeff stumble back with a startled cur